I TOTALLY WANTED TO FEEL BETTER TODAY.

We went to bed at eight-thirty, for pete’s sake.  We were asleep the minute our heads hit the pillow.  I don’t remember waking up, although Bryan says I was very restless.  We both took MULTIPLE doses of antihistamine, decongestant, and cough syrup.

But today, we both woke up sicker.  Is sicker a word?  That’s what we are, though.  My face HURTS.. like, hot and throbbing, and I can trace my sinus passages with my finger just by the pain.  And when you’re sick, you just feel sick.. like there’s a bad taste in my mouth, my hair isn’t curling just right, and I feel like I smell sick. (I don’t; I asked Boss when I came in.  He looked at my funny, then reluctantly sniffed me.  He said I smelled like a girl.) I’m just mucky all over.  Yep.  You read that right.  I’m MUCKY.

I think I’ve just been drafted to do costumes for Lee’s one-act.  I hope I got bad information.  Because I don’t know if y’all know.. but I don’t sew.  Sure, I can pull stuff, and I can hand-stitch, but you can’t hand me a pattern and expect anything to come from it.  They will have a more definite discussion today, but to quote Viv (to Bryan), “Tell Sarah to get off of her lazy ass and get up here and sew.”

So I counted yesterday, and that Christopher guy that I work with came by my desk eight times.  And it’s almost ALWAYS when I’m on the phone.  He will stand there, staring, until I get off of the phone.  Then he will attack me about supplies.  “Someone’s stealing our supplies,” he says, almost daily.  “You said you ordered that $500 worth of supplies yesterday and it’s not here yet.”  I try and calm him by reminding him that not everything moves at his pace, and that I’m sure they’d be in tomorrow, and he counters with some irrational explanation as to why the 20 mousepads HAVE to be in today because they’re stopping work.  I try and remind him that there’s not even 20 people in his area, or even his group, and he says, “We need to have extras.  Just in case.”  What in the hell are they doing with mousepads?

And what in the hell does he do for a living?  Other than annoy the hell outta me?

Yep, in a LOVELY mood today.  God help me.